The Going Price

by Sean Gregson

By the time he got to the roof, several people had fashioned placards in support of the jump. It wasn’t that they hated him particularly; he was more a personification of a set of laws and concepts they just couldn’t get their heads round. What they could get their heads round was that this would be a start to recuperation. The crowd quickly picked up the chant one of their members had composed on the spot. His tie fell first, then his pinstriped jacket. After that, they were all left looking like clowns who’d forgotten to bring along the trampoline.